I have ADD and mild dyslexia – *I’ve never been able to reading my script through!*

No wonder strange, unexpected, and unusual things keep happening to me! I’m not following the guidelines; I keep citing the wrong lines a the wrong times; I keep mixing up the steps, doing the Bump when teh script says I’m supposed to do ballet, and doing ballet when it says I’m supposed to do the Macarena. Or is it the Macaroni? I keep mixing thiose things up, sort-of the way synaesthesia makes one hear musical notes when looking at colors.

Oh, but how can I fix this?, because I long ago took the staples out of the script and shuffled teh pages, and the page numbers are all worn down, indecipherable. SO I far that I’m now reading the part of the script that I was “supposed” to have read three ro four decades ago.

Oh, well. I was never much good at following orders, anyway. How do you tell the boss, “Sorry I’m late, but this whole *flock* of hummingbirds mobbed my garden today, hovering so precisely that they didn’t even shake the prismatic raindrops off the red hibiscus blossoms”…that simply isn’t *in* the script. So instead, it’s “Sorry I’m late, one of my dumbass neighbors was parked in front of my driveway”.

Now THAT is something the boss, and the majority, the rest of the “normal” people, will believe.

The truth remains a shimmering rainbowed secret between me, the hummingbirds, and the hibiscus…